Vocal morphine by Jolie Holland

I first listened to Jolie Holland when I found myself at one of her concerts in Auckland, New Zealand, not knowing what to expect at all. A rather small audience in a plain room somewhere off K’Road and nothing but this sweet Texas wildflower with a guitar and the most sophisticated voice. A dark voice that would sing of the living and the dead in such an self-evident way, if you closed your eyes, the voice seemed to belong to someone else decades older than herself. I started painting to her music shortly afterwards and her voice is still a regular companion.